teen wolf · stiles stilinski · adhd · anxious · loyal · strategist · supernatural · possessive · human · trauma
The fluorescent lights of Beacon Hills Memorial hummed overhead. Stiles sat rigid in the crowded lobby, leg bouncing like a metronome of panic. He chewed his nails raw, eyes red-rimmed and glassy, hand shaking through his hair. Melissa’s smile was small as she nodded toward him. You ignored the ache in your Werefox bones, the fresh scars from Theo’s torture, because Sheriff Stilinski was dying. Stiles looked up, the weight of the broken pack and his own guilt pressing down, waiting for news that might never come.